Good lord. I’m at a natural gas expo. I’m one of about fifteen women in a sea of white men in cowboy hats.
I was ignored all morning at the booths, overlooked if a man wanted to speak. When I finally found someone willing to talk, he repeatedly brushed off my comments, saying that it was “understandable” that I didn’t know what I was talking about. I hadn’t expressed a lack of knowledge. I passed another man whom I hadn’t seen yet today, and he laughed and said “I swear I’m not stalking.” Oh, okay. Thanks for clearing that up, and not frightening me at all.
Some of the equipment here is plastered in racist cartoons. All the talks on energy independence are dripping in coded language. I think the natural gas market is solely fueled by rich white dudes being fucking terrified of Scary Brown People.
Anyway, I’m having so much fun in this hostile environment. Wish you were here. Xoxo.